Chapter 818: Chapter 708: Iron Armor Spell, The Lost Sirius (Part 2)
A collective gasp sounded in the dining room. Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for words.
In the end it was Fred and George who broke the silence.
"What Charm is it?"
"Is it really powerful?"
The two of them asked at the same time.
"You can think of it as a variant of the Iron Armor Spell." Kael said. "It’s not very destructive, it’s mainly for protecting yourself."
Fred and George looked a little disappointed. Merlin’s Magic, in their minds, ought to be something grand and earth‑shattering, the kind that could wipe out Voldemort and his Death Eaters in one go.
"If you ask me, the Iron Armor Spell is the best there is." Mrs. Weasley shot them a glance, then turned to Kael and said, "Diana must have wanted you to keep yourself safe, that’s why she found this for you."
"She’s absolutely right." Mr. Weasley chimed in. "That’s a letter from Merlin. I’ve never heard of anyone getting something like that, it must be incredibly precious."
"Maybe Professor Dumbledore has read it too." Ginny said from the side. "Remember what he said last night? He seemed to know exactly what Kael was going through and what he needed. I’d say he’s been through something similar himself."
"But how many Dumbledores can there be in the whole Magic Realm?" Mr. Weasley said.
"Can we see how it works?" At this moment, Sirius, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. "Of course, if it’s inconvenient, forget I said anything."
"It’s just a Charm, what’s inconvenient about that?" Kael said carelessly. "But can you wait a bit? I’m not full yet."
"That’s no problem at all." Sirius said.
Now everyone was interested. They all wanted to see Magic from fifteen hundred years ago. With that kind of anticipation, they could hardly bring themselves to eat, just wishing time would move faster.
But Kael, the key person here, wasn’t in a hurry at all. He kept eating his dinner at a leisurely pace.
By the time everyone else had set down their cutlery, the remaining three pies had all been wiped out by Kael.
On top of that there were two potatoes, five bowls of soup, and a plate of sausages and bread Mrs. Weasley had fried up on the spot, worried there wouldn’t be enough food.
Ginny’s eyes were round as saucers. She felt that what Kael had just eaten would be enough to feed her for three days.
"Is Kael really going to be okay, eating like that?" she blurted out.
"This is perfectly normal." Lupin explained. "Kael is probably studying Magic Text Magic. Using that kind of Magic is a test of both stamina and mental energy.
"If you take Ancient Runes, you’ll find that after every lesson your appetite is noticeably bigger than usual."
"That’s true enough..." Ginny muttered under her breath. "But Kael eats way too much."
"It’s fine, Wizards his age have massive appetites anyway." Charlie said nostalgically. "I was the same at his age. I could put away five pies in one go. Mum was always worried there wouldn’t be enough food in the house."
As if to prove his own words—or maybe because watching Kael eat had made him hungry again—Charlie reached out for the toast in front of him, ready for another round.
But his hand had barely stretched out when Mrs. Weasley smacked it.
"Mum, that’s so unfair." Charlie couldn’t help complaining.
"Kael hasn’t eaten all day." Mrs. Weasley said without even looking back.
...
Five minutes later, after another bowl of soup, Kael finally put down his cutlery.
A flicker of anticipation appeared in everyone’s eyes.
"Do you need to rest a bit?" Sirius asked.
"No need." Kael shook his head. "At about seventy percent full, it’s just right to move around a little."
"Clatter!" Ginny, who had just stood up, knocked over her stool.
How to put it... Compared with Ancient Magic, she found Kael’s appetite even harder to believe.
After that, Sirius stood up and walked toward the door.
"Come with me, I’ll take you to the basement. There’s a room down there for brewing Magic Potion, it’ll do nicely."
"Okay." Kael naturally had no objections and got up to go out.
However, just then, a streak of red light suddenly flashed before his eyes.
"Expelliarmus!"
Sirius, standing by the door, had somehow drawn his Wand without anyone noticing and was pointing it straight at Kael.
The sudden move made Mrs. Weasley scream. Ron instinctively stepped back and stomped hard on Hermione, who was reading. Hermione cried out in pain and crashed into Harry.
The entire dining room was in chaos in an instant.
Kael, the one being aimed at, however, was completely unaffected, still standing right where he was.
Sirius’s Disarming Spell had just reached within less than an inch of him when it was blocked by a silver Shield.
The Charm bounced back even faster than it came. Caught off guard, Sirius’s Wand went spinning out of his hand.
By the time he reacted, his Wand was already in Kael’s hand.
"You never said there’d be a sneak attack." Kael said, handing the Wand back to Sirius.
"Death Eaters aren’t going to duel you fairly." Sirius said.
He looked at the Wand Kael was handing back, still a bit dazed, as if he couldn’t quite accept that he’d lost just like that.
For a Wizard, losing his Wand was the same as losing the ability to fight back. If Kael had been the enemy, he would’ve been dead a moment ago.
He’d once been one of the big names at Hog, and yet twenty years later he’d actually lost to a seventh‑year student.
For no reason at all, Sirius felt a wave of dejection.
As an old friend of many years, Lupin was the first to notice something was off and comforted him: "You didn’t really think you could beat Kael, did you?"
